The Royce Feast

[The Smith]

Beric nodded, "That would be ideal." He looked around the party for a long moment.

[Marie]

"So, do you see anyone?" Isolde asked. "What is the name of hte lady I am supposed to meet?"

[The Smith]

"Breyn's wife is named Naniatte. That is her over there." He pointed to a plain looking woman who stood among a group of other court women.

[Marie]

"I shall speak to her," Isolde vowed.

She headed over at once to the lady Ser Beric had indicated.

"My lady, may I say how lovely your dress is tonight?"

[The Smith]

Lady Naniette Royce turned her gaze slowly on Isolde, and when it fully connected it was like a blast of cold air had, "Thank you, whoever you are, the thirtieth or perhaps fortieth time I heard that tonight. It must be true."

[Flex]

Brandon's eyes stopped on a young girl with red hair and tanned skin. Her eyes were jade green and she had a curvy, slightly plump, yet distinctly feminine body with wide hips, round behind and budding cleavage. With a grin he approached her. "Well if you aren't a pretty little thing!"

[The Smith]

The girl turned her eye onto the man, and eyed him back, she offered a smile, "Thank you ser, I do try and make myself presentable."

[Marie]

Isolde smiled nerbously and blushed.

"It must be," she agreed. "I know you must be tired of hearing that, but I had hoped to secure a proper introduction, and was not given the chance to do so. i'm Isolde Toland. I know you are Lady Royce. I hope you will forgive the intrusion."

[Flex]

Brandon looked her up and down, eyes clinging a while to the green dress. "I am Brandon Bolton, little lady, and very happy to be here right now."

[The Smith]

May 15, 2011 11:51:23 GMT -5 Marie said:

Isolde smiled nerbously and blushed.

"It must be," she agreed. "I know you must be tired of hearing that, but I had hoped to secure a proper introduction, and was not given the chance to do so. i'm Isolde Toland. I know you are Lady Royce. I hope you will forgive the intrusion."

Lady Royce looked at the girl, and smile, "Look my pets, a little Dornish girl. I had heard they knew how to dress in Dorne. Must just be Emelia." She shrugged, and her friends all chuckled.

[The Smith]

May 15, 2011 11:52:27 GMT -5 Flex said:

Brandon looked her up and down, eyes clinging a while to the green dress. "I am Brandon Bolton, little lady, and very happy to be here right now."

Her face frowned, "Oh a northerner."

[Flex]

May 15, 2011 12:08:45 GMT -5 The Smith said:

Her face frowned, "Oh a northerner."

Brandon grinned. "The biggest and strongest you'll ever see! And who might you be, little lady?"

[The Smith]

"I am Delinda Hogg." She replied, and sneered, "All men speak of their biggness and always am I disappointed."

[Flex]

"Well, you've met the man who won't disappoint, Delinda," Brandon replied, the grin remaining on his face. "You look better with a smile,"

[Horas]

Ser Ranulf Redwyne, heir to the Arbor, walks into the Royce feast. Two servants lug a great barrel of wine behind him. "I heard a rumor your guests were not nearly drunk enough, Lord Hand!" Ranulf calls out, "Accept the respects of the Arbor," he gestures to the wine, which the servants are struggling to open.